Page 22 of Wolf Domination

All I had to do was look down to watch the fabric of black silk emerge in a spellbinding movement; the spinning vortex around my body formed a dazzling dress that hugged my curves and embraced me with a cloak of magical power.

The dress dipped down seductively, revealing my cleavage as the fine fabrics managed to hold my breasts up without the need for a bra. From the waist down, the fabric went from opaque to transparent with a shimmer of purple sparkle that mimicked Blacky’s flesh.

I felt as if my makeup had to be done, as my lips felt slightly heavy with lipstick that surely matched the entire aesthetic of this dominating look, and I knew my hair was spun up in a way that made me mentally giggle because I had a strong hunch it wouldn’t last in that hairstyle for very long.

Something sat upon my head, the heaviness of a hair piece reminding me of a crown. I wore black heels that surely were Christian Louboutins because of their distinctly red bottoms. I knew those would be something I ditched the moment I got to see my Saint.

With a grin and flickering image of Saint in my mind, I squeezed Blacky’s hand. I felt the cold breeze brush along my back which was surely bare from behind.

“Blacky,” I whispered. “Take me to Lord Alexander.”

“As you wish, my queen.”

It’s time to take everything that’s destined to be under my reign.

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